My days of working at the NBA

Chapter 6 was perfectly fine, so why did it start having such unrealistic dreams?

Du Ze smiled slightly: "Thank you for your trust, but I'm not talking about next year, or the year after, but this year. This year I'm going to enter the NBA."

He wasn't joking; he said it very seriously.

Where does self-confidence come from?

It is naturally tied to Josh Smith's physical gifts.

Based solely on his historically great athleticism, he felt he deserved a second-round pick.

of course.

That's just his own opinion.

It is clear that physical talent alone is far from enough; he must have a performance that catches the eye.

Now, he has such an opportunity to change things: the tournament stage.

However, his ball control is average. He can't rely on himself to attack. If he wants to perform well, someone has to feed him easy baskets.

And this person was Matt Lawrence, the point guard for the Missouri Tigers.

This season, Lawrence averaged 8.7 points, 4.2 assists, and 2.2 rebounds per game, with a field goal percentage of 43.3% and a three-point percentage of 29.8%. His overall performance can only be considered average, but he is quite experienced in orchestrating the offense.

After all, he's a senior in college. If he can't even do this well, he won't be able to secure a starting position.

This is why Duze confided in Lawrence.

As his best friend, he believed Lawrence would help him.

Lawrence noticed Duze staring intently at him, and the smile on his lips slowly vanished: "Are you serious?"

Clearly, he wasn't ready for his only good friend to make it to the NBA.

Besides astonishment, his eyes showed disbelief.

Why did you suddenly start daydreaming?

Du Ze: "Look how sincere my eyes are, I don't have time to joke with you!"

Lawrence was stunned for a moment, still finding it somewhat absurd: "But... do you think it's possible?"

Is the NBA your backyard?

You think you can just walk in whenever you want?

He really wanted to say that, but considering his brother's fragile resilience, he couldn't bear to hurt him.

Du Ze: "How is that impossible?"

Although it was a rhetorical question, there was still a certain certainty in his tone.

If he remembers correctly, Carroll was selected by the Memphis Grizzlies with the 27th overall pick in the first round this year.

Carroll's physical talent is only mediocre in the talent-filled NBA, and he's also a seasoned senior. The main reason he was selected was because the Missouri Tigers made it to the Elite Eight this year, which gave them a lot of exposure.

Moreover, Carroll's performance was commendable. His fighting spirit on the court and his tireless tenacious defense were impressive, which is why he won this valuable first-round position.

So, if Carol can do it, why can't he?

Lawrence, of course, knew nothing of this. He smacked his lips and said, "How about we wait until next year?"

"Next year, when all of us seniors retire, you'll naturally become the team's core player, and your stats will definitely improve significantly..."

Du Ze interrupted, "Next year, none of you will be around. Missouri won't even make it into the tournament. Besides, I'll be a junior next year. I can't think of any market value I'll have."

Lawrence was speechless for a moment, but after a brief silence, he said, "But the NBA draft selects either talent or immediate impact."

Du Ze, on the other hand, clearly doesn't fit into either of those categories.

Therefore, in his mind, the possibility of Du Ze entering the NBA was extremely slim.

Du Ze said, "As long as I can average 12+5 in the tournament, I believe my chances are not small."

Lawrence smacked his lips again, then fell into deep thought.

He had already understood what Du Ze meant.

But he worries that if the two of them play together during the game, it will disrupt the team's tactics and rhythm, which will seriously harm the team.

And this possibility is very high.

After all, Carroll is the core of the team, and the overall tactics tend to have Carroll finish the final blow. At this point, if he plays with Duze, wouldn't that be disrupting the team's tactical system?

On one side are my good brothers.

On the one hand, he wants the team to go further in the tournament.

This put him in a dilemma.

He frowned and pondered for a long time, then, as if he had made a decision, he finally nodded slowly: "I believe you too."

As Du Ze walked forward, he casually asked, "By the way, when is your mother coming?"

Lawrence's face was full of regret: "I probably can't come. I have three younger siblings to take care of, and I also have to go to work."

Du Ze pursed his lips. Black tradition, the missing father…

But he didn't say much.

His parents had already informed him in advance that they would not be coming to watch the game.

This was their first time reaching the tournament, and it was truly a pity that their parents couldn't be there to watch them play.

However, this brought Du Ze a great sense of relief.

After all, they weren't his biological parents, and he wasn't ready to face them yet. Hmm... he still needed to do some mental preparation.

soon.

The two arrived at the cafeteria entrance.

At that moment, a beautiful figure walked out from inside.

Lawrence, with his sharp eyes, spotted her immediately and greeted her, "Hi! Darina, what a coincidence!"

That's right.

The person before me is none other than Darina, the goddess of the original owner's dreams.

Du Ze subconsciously looked her over, wanting to see how many arms and legs she had, and what made her so different that the original owner was so infatuated with her.

Hmm... her tanned skin was flawless, her face delicately oval, and her golden hair covered her long neck, making her look like a noble swan, exuding a unique youthful aura.

She could barely be considered half a beauty.

Why is it half?

Because... she's short.

She's only 162cm tall, and standing next to him who's over 200cm tall, she looks like a disabled Barbie doll.

Darlina smiled and waved promptly: "Hi..."

However, as soon as she spoke, she saw Du Ze staring straight at her. Her brows furrowed slightly, and her smile faded. "Du Ze, you are really rude. I hate you."

Lawrence bumped into Duze's arm.

Du Ze then snapped out of his daze, smiled, and replied calmly, "Thank you for your annoyance, it's my pleasure. Goodbye..."

After saying that, he walked right past Darlina.

Never looking back.

Lawrence was stunned for a moment. What... what... what's going on?

In the past, whenever Du Ze met Darina, he would always fawn over her, asking if she wanted dessert or running to buy fruit. But today?

To simply ignore it, without any lingering affection?

Are you crazy?

Similarly, Darlina was also somewhat incredulous. She turned around abruptly, staring at Du Ze's receding figure, her mouth agape.

After a long while, she came to her senses and said coldly to Lawrence, "Tell Du not to bother me again."

Lawrence could only force a smile and say, "I'm sorry..."

Then, he quickly chased after them.

Upon reaching Du Ze's side, he asked, "My dear Du, what's wrong with you? What's gotten into you?"

Du Ze: "Didn't you always disapprove of me pursuing Darlina? Now that I've given up, you should be happy."

Lawrence shook his head firmly, a hint of worry in his eyes as he examined Du Ze: "No, I'm not happy at all right now, I'm actually a little worried."

Du Ze said lazily, "Stop worrying so much and focus on preparing for the competition. Nothing is more important than the competition."

Lawrence: "I didn't say I was worried you'd do something stupid; I'm worried your next target will be Adile."

Du Ze, who was already in line, suddenly turned around: "Who? Adile?"

As soon as the words left my mouth, the image of that black pearl immediately flashed into my mind: a bulbous nose, large lips, beady eyes, and a face as round as a stainless steel basin...

This...this worry is completely unnecessary.

It was even a huge insult...